Whenever my life starts to look up, something comes along to drag it back down.

Take today for example. Today was a good day. I was happy. I was sorta well-rested. I was enjoying life.

Now it's one o'clock at night, I'll be going to bed in half an hour, and above me some idiot has his stero cranked up. The lowest few notes of the song all pump through the ceiling in a hideous cacaphony. If you've never heard it, you can't possibl understand how bad it sounds.

They're almost certain to keep this up until 2-ish. It's becoming a pretty regular pastime for them, it seems.

It's like I always say... I exist only to suffer.

Maybe I should kill them. And my roommate. I think the prison times might be worth it.